Page 18 of Stuck with my Mechanic Daddies

She swallowed, looking up at me, her green eyes unreadable.

I lifted a hand, brushing my knuckles against the side of her jaw, just the lightest touch.

“Tell me no,” I murmured.

She exhaled sharply. But she didn’t say it.

Instead, she fisted her hands in my jacket and pulled me down.

I caught her mouth with mine, groaning when she pressed against me, warm and wanting and done pretending she didn’t feel this too.

The door to the inn swung open behind us, and we barely made it inside before she was tugging me toward the stairs, our movements messy, impatient.

We didn’t stop until we reached her room.

Aurora fumbled with the key, swearing when it wouldn’t turn fast enough.

I chuckled against her neck, running my hands over her waist. “Need help?”

“Shut up,” she muttered, finally getting the door open.

The second it clicked shut behind us, I had her pinned against it, hands braced on either side of her head.

She stared up at me, breathing hard. “This is a terrible idea.”

I grinned. “The worst.”

Then I kissed her again, and we stopped pretending we cared.

Her lips were hot and demanding, her fingers threading through my hair, nails scraping along my scalp as she pulled me closer.

I pressed against her, molding her to me, groaning when she arched up, all heat and hunger, like she’d been fighting this as hard as I had.

I slid my hands down her body, finding the hem of her sweater and tugging it up, breaking the kiss just long enough to pull it over her head. It landed somewhere behind us, forgotten the second my hands found her skin.

She shivered, but it wasn’t from the cold.

“Goddamn,” I murmured, taking her in.

She was all smooth skin and toned curves, her body a contradiction of softness and strength. A black lace bra cupped her breasts, teasing more than it revealed, and I ran my thumbs just beneath the edge, eliciting a gasp from her.

She tilted her chin up, challenging. “You gonna stare all night?”

I grinned. “Tempting, babe.”

Then I hooked my fingers beneath the straps, sliding them down her arms, savoring the way she shuddered when the fabric dragged against her skin. When I unclasped it, tossing it aside, I didn’t give her time to feel exposed before my mouth was on her.

She gasped, her hands fisting in my hair as I trailed kisses down the curve of her neck, across her collarbone, then lower, taking my time as I teased her with lips and tongue, sucking just hard enough to leave a mark.

Her back arched, her breath coming faster. “Mason.”

“Hmm?” My mouth moved lower, down the plane of her stomach, my fingers making quick work of the button on her jeans.

She exhaled sharply, grabbing at my shoulders. “Bed. Now.”

I chuckled against her skin, but I didn’t argue.

In one swift motion, I lifted her into my arms, and her legs wrapped around my waist as I carried her across the room. The second her back hit the mattress, she was reaching for me, dragging me down on top of her, her thighs tightening around my hips.

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